Double Trouble (Completed)

Chapter Thirty-One

(Krissy's POV)

I held the phone up to my ear. I glanced at Jack before answering. He looked upset. Why shouldn't he? I mean, if it is who I think it is, next time I see him I'm going to slap him.

"Hello?"

"Krissy? Thank God! I really need to talk to you." I was right. This kid was in some serious trouble when I got back to the states.

"Sorry Connor, this isn't a good time. I have to-"

"Don't you dare hang up on me. You hung up on my last time and your not going to do it again. By the way, who was it that answered the phone?" He asked.

I gulped, trying to swallow down the nervousness rising in me. "My boyfriend." Here it comes.

"Your what now? Your kidding me! Krissy why would you-"

"We broke up! You dumped me, actually, no, you cheated on me! That was two years ago. After I walked away you never called. Never emailed. You deleted me on Facebook. It's your fault. Don't tell me I'm a traitor. It was you. Goodbye, Connor."

I flipped the phone shut, then turned to Jack. I felt a single tear slip down my cheek, but I knew there was more to come. The anger and jealousy had vanished from his eyes and was replaced with warmth and kindness.

Then I broke. I ran headlong into his arms and sobbed. He stroked my hair and let me cry.

I thought he was gone. I thought I would never have to deal with that traitor again. But no, he had to. Come around and make my life difficult.

After I found out he was cheating on me, I stormed off. He followed me and tried to talk to me, but I shrugged him off. He left me alone after that. He didn't try very hard to win me back. Didn't even try to win my friendship.

Now, two years later, he comes around and thinks he can have his way. He ruins my vacation and upsets Jack. And me for that matter.

I thought I was done.

The next morning I woke up on the couch, caught in Jacks embrace. He was still asleep, and he was snoring softly in my ear.

I brushed a stray hair from his face and kissed his nose before heading off to the kitchen to make breakfast. I stopped by the bathroom to put my hair up in a messy bun.

Just as I was walking out the door I heard the doorbell ring and Jack calling my name. I ran from the bathroom and to the front door only to stop dead in my tracks.

"Is this him?" He asked.

I gulped. "It's him," I confirmed.

"Hey Krissy," the guy at the door beamed, "Hey Krissy's not-for-long-boyfriend."

"Connor, you have to go or I'm calling the police."

"That's cute." He smirked.